Verse 1

You come home with rain along your coat

And a tired smile you try to hide

I set the kettle on, you tell me jokes

About the match and the long ride

Pre-Chorus

You carry everyone through their hard days

Then leave your worries at my door

Chorus

My brave one, when the whole world calls your name

I’ll be the quiet place you can return to

From every whistle, every flashing frame

I’ll hold the tender parts you never show

You guard the streets, you chase the ball

But here with me, you don’t have to be strong at all

Verse 2

Your boots are by the hallway, side by side